"Do you believe in bowing to the altar?" said a third; "I think it's quite Popish."
"Girls, what are going to be worn for hats this spring? have you been to Madame De Tullerigs? I declare it's a shame! but Lent is just the busiest time about one's clothes, one must have everything ready for Easter, you know. How do you like the new colors, Mr. Fellows?"
"What! the hell-fire colors?" said Jim.
"Oh, horrors! You dreadful creature, you ought to be ashamed of yourself!" screamed in four or five voices.
"Am ashamed—sackcloth and ashes, and all that; eat nothing but codfish," said Jim. "But that's what they call 'em, any way—hell-fire colors."
"I never did hear such a profane creature. Girls, isn't he dreadful?"
"I say, Miss Alice," said Jim, "do you go to confession up there? 'Cause, you see, if that thing is getting about, I think I'll turn priest."
"I think you ought to go to confession," said she.
"I shall in the good times coming, when we have lady priests."
"Oh, Mr. Henderson, do you believe in women's rights?"